#Stardew poly hours

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

The urge to get Stardew for my PC and get a poly mod is strong tbh. Haley and Sebastian are both so sweet and have cool character arcs, and it should be my god given right as a bisexual to marry them both during pride month. I think that, just like Haley learns to take more interest in the player character’s work and makes a conscious effort to appreciate and respect their differences, she would be able to love Sebastian, too, once she got closer to him, and it could be a thriving polycule. That’s my TED talk.

[beesspacedotorg]

Dibs

Summary: You get close with your new pack, especially the Luna. 5.5k words

Warnings: it's omegaverse. guys. it's omegaverse. there's gonna be omegaverse in it. reader is an omega, so is lino. there's mommy kink. towards lino. uh. there's s3x. what else. readers genitals and pronouns are not specified or elaborated on at all B). one (1) piss joke. poly ot8 and it's implied they all bone but there's no actual boning that happens. there's boning described once for two seconds.

Notes: I have almost all of the legendary fish in stardew. this was inspired by this ask that @hyunsvngs got like two days ago. it was also finished yesterday, but I was busy so I didn't post it. thanks to my friends who read it and gave me feedback. uhm. that's all.

Hyunjin is the one who finds you. You’re both in the same class at university, a filler class, something to do with philosophy, and you group up on a project to discuss the differences in the eastern and western versions of the practice.

“Do you think the whole ‘Alpha Mindset’ that’s going around these days could be a facet of modern philosophy, or is it just omegaphobia repackaged?” You’re dicking around on your laptop in class. After assigning the project, your teacher gave up on doing their job, which would be great, but attendance is still mandatory.

“Probably repackaged, hey I have a question for you.” Hyunjin sets his phone down when he asks, tilting in his seat to face you and your heart skips about seven beats in your chest.

He’s pretty, almost pretty enough that it’s annoying, that and he smells nice. It took you two weeks of classes to muster up the courage to ask him on a date only for him to say that he has seven boyfriends but he’d be more than happy to be friends. You would sell your soul to the nearest evil spirit to be lucky enough to have one boyfriend, much less seven, but you aren’t going to let a good opportunity slip out of your hands, so you took his offer of friendship even though you wanted- want- more.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You can feel that this conversation is bordering on serious, a topic that you and Hyunjin broach often. He’s the poetic type, and often you find yourself discussing the intricacies of human emotion with him. He seems nervous though, nervous enough that you temporarily pause Papa’s Pizzeria and boot up 2048 instead, giving him as much attention as you can offer.

“So. Okay wait. Give me a second, I have a list of questions to ask you. Seungmin made me a flowchart.” You smile at him, he’s cute. Seungmin is one of his boyfriends, Hyunjin spends more time than is strictly necessary talking your ear off about how smart and cute and talented Seungmin is. You’d be jealous if you hadn’t seen Seungmin pick Hyunjin up from school one time. Your pants filled with slick so fast you had to hide in the bathroom for half an hour pretending to be sick until you calmed down enough to head home.

“Okay. Uhm. Would you consider us to be good friends?” His voice sounds slightly robotic as he reads from his script and you laugh slightly before confirming.

“Oh, that’s great. Me too. Uh. Do you have a boyfriend?” He pauses. “Or a girlfriend, or a partner?” He adds those last two as an afterthought, rushing through them and you laugh again.

“You would know if I managed to pull that off, Hyunjinnie.”

“What about that pretty girl from your math class?”

“She only dates Alphas unfortunately.”

“Damn.” He doesn’t sound very sorry as he says it, but you can tell he’s trying to be nice. It irks you just a tad, but you think this conversation is leading up to something so you drop the irritation and motion for him to continue.

“Okay, if ‘no’, the next question was,” he’s mumbling to himself and you snort slightly. “Do you have a pack?” You blink. He’s never asked you this before and you shake your head. Where you’re from, people have moved away from forming packs, something about a post World War 2 culture shift and traditional values and homophobia and what not. Your generation is working to bring them back, but the only pack you have is your immediate family. You haven’t gotten close enough to anyone on campus to try and start one, and the one time you felt the need you were swiftly friendzoned.

“Ah. No. I don’t.” He hums sadly.

“Okay. Would you like one?”

“Hyunjin…” You’re starting to feel slightly defensive, and you’re not sure if you like where this is going.

“Wait. Wait. Let me finish.” He huffs. “I told Chan these questions would weird you out, but what do I know?” He sets his phone down and grabs the hand that was busy moving the 2048 tiles around on your computer screen.

“I have a crush on you.” You blink, rapid fire. “And I would like to date you. And also so would my seven boyfriends. But we can get to that later. I got here first, I call dibs.”

In the version of this you tell your friends and family, you accepted immediately and you and Hyunjin went on your first date that afternoon. In reality, you stood up so fast you almost passed out and hightailed it to the bathroom to have a mild panic attack. Hyunjin was kind enough to grab your things and wait for you. He was also kind enough to wait the months-long process of you being generally distrustful of him and his intentions until you decided he was actually serious and that you wanted to give it a try.

-

Which leads you to where you are now, in the passenger seat of Hyunjin’s car, hands outrageously sweaty as you prepare to meet the rest of the pack for the first time.

“Listen, we don’t have to.” He says. “I’ve talked it over with the rest of them, it can just be you and I. I like you, I want to date you.”

“No, no. Even if it does work that way, I’d have to meet them eventually.”

“Yeah, but meeting ‘my boyfriends that you have no commitment to’ would probably be easier than meeting ‘my boyfriends who might also become your boyfriends.’”

“I can guarantee you it wouldn’t.”

“Jeeze. You should talk to someone about that.”

“Insurance.”

“Channie has good insurance.”

“I’m not legally dependent on him.”

“Oh.”

He grabs your incredibly sweaty hand in his huge and not-so-sweaty one and holds it for the rest of the drive. When he pulls into the driveway he kisses said hand and bats the other one away from the door handle.

“Don’t worry. I got it.” Usually, he would just walk around the car to open it for you, today he bodily throws himself over the hood before doing a weird roll and a cartwheel. You laugh and he opens it and helps you out. He smiles.

You’re still laughing at him as he guides you to the front door and opens it, you’re laughing as he helps you take your shoes off, and you’re laughing through introductions.

“What’s so funny?” Jeongin asks, and you burst into more laughter as you remember the way Hyunjin chucked himself over the car. You’ve calmed down enough to tell him just as you hear yelling from a different room.

“Hwang Hyunjin! How the hell did you get dirt on your shirt? We told you to pick them up, not stop for mud wrestling!”

(You do, eventually, tell Jeongin what happened. He demands a live demonstration and almost cries at it.

“It’s just so dumb! He’s usually graceful and he just- How did he move his body like that?”

“That was the ugliest fucking cartwheel I’ve ever seen.”)

-

The pack is nice and touchy and, best of all, they want you around.

Heeelllloooooo

hi jisung

Jisung ??? Are you mad at me or smth?

hi jiji

Okay great

WHat are you doung today

And don’t say “your mom”

your mom

ah shit

uh. nothing. sleeping. eating. pissing.

In my mouth?

????????????

Ignore that.

Anyways.

Come over :D 

You can do all of that here

In my bed >:)

I was over there yesterday

Idc. I’m sending over Changbinnie with the car <3

I’M NOT PREPARED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE

Good thing you’re just coming to hang out with me then

-

So, you like them. You’re comfortable with them, there’s only one problem.

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“How do you even know that?” Seungmin levels you with a stare.

“It’s physically impossible to hate you-”

“Not true.” Seungmin stares again. You stare back. He rolls his eyes.

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“He doesn’t talk to me.”

“He’s shy.”

“Well! So am I! Only one of us can be shy in this relationship and I call dibs!” Seungmin huffs and smashes his head into a pillow.

“Kim Seungmin, if you mess up my nest, I’m kicking you out.”

“This is my bed.”

“Not anymore.” He fixes the pillow and holds your face in his hands.

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“What if he does? What if Luna doesn’t like me?” Seungmin plants a kiss to your nose and lets you cry.

-

haihai

Minho?????

I’m the only one without a cute nickname

rectify that immediately

what should I call you then

Idk. I’ve never had to give myself a nickname.

anyways

a little puppy told me that you think I don’t like you

kim seungmin is dead to me

say your goodbyes

kkkkk

no need for that

I could smell your tears on him after you went home

I thought he scared you away

it took a very long time to get him to fess up >:)

what did you do

nothing he doesn’t enjoy

anyway 

Luna is sorry

for making you think he doesn’t like you

come over tomorrow

I’ll make it up to you >:)

???

I’m not really up to boning rn, sorry to say

>:( that’s not what I meant

Jisungie says you like this game

Stardew Valley

he says it has multiplayer mode

I downloaded it on our switch for us to play together

just us

everyone else can suffer

oh. 

just us?

unless you’d rather have company

I think Channie is free

NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT WE CAN PLAY IT ALONE

chan is free you say >:)

Yah! I called dibs on you!

I’m kicking him out of the house tomorrow

teehee

-

Stardew with Minho is surprisingly fun. You put him in charge of fishing while you spend your days toiling in the mines. He starts beef with Harvey, the local doctor, after you tell him that Harvey is your go-to love interest when you play the game solo.

“He’s pixels! Code and pixels!”

“I don’t care! This stupid doctor wanders onto our farm and charges me money for passing out on my own land. And! He’s stealing my Omega. He needs to go. How do I replace him?” You let out a laugh and ignore the flutters in your stomach when he casually lays claim on you.

“Do you get this upset when Felix or Ji talk about their media crushes?”

“... I don’t see how that’s very relevant to the conversation.”

“You’re silly.” He huffs at you.

-

“Why is this fish ugly?”

“That’s a- You just caught a legendary fish. Do you know how hard that is?”

“It’s ugly. I’m selling it.”

“No, don’t! Let me buy a fish tank! We can display it on our farm!”

“Why would you want to display this?”

“You can only catch one per save file.” He rolls his eyes but dutifully places the fish in the tank when you return to the farm. You kiss his cheek and watch his ears turn red.

-

After that, spending time with Minho is easy. You can’t really imagine what it was like being in the pack without having his attention on you. Felix starts joking that he’s been replaced as Minho’s favorite. (He stops because it starts to make you mildly upset, but also because you’re pretty sure Minho sucked the soul out of his dick right after he first made that joke.)

It comes to a head around exam season, this time, you and Hyunjin don’t share any classes, and annoyingly, Chan is too busy to eat much less help you settle, so you end up floundering with anxiety and stress and lack of sleep.

“Jagi? What’s wrong?” It’s Minho, his scent lavender and undercut with something sugar coated.

“Everything.” Your head is in your hands and you’re shoving your palms into your eyes to push back tears. Minho hums, hand coming to the back of your neck to scruff you just slightly.

“What’s your schedule like right now?” You shove your calendar at him and he hums, considering for a second before he’s hauling you up by your armpits.

“Wait- I have to study. I can’t just-”

“You have to eat.” This is the harshest you’ve ever heard him speak to you, but strangely enough, you don’t feel scared. “You have to eat and sleep and maybe shower and cuddle with Luna because he misses you and then you can get back to studying. Yeah?”

His suggestion makes you whine and struggle in his hold a bit. His hand returns to your neck to re-scruff you.

“Settle. I’m not asking, jagi, I’m telling.” You huff and pout at him, but he’s the pack’s head Omega for a reason, and who are you to question his authority? So you listen, going limp in his hold and forcing him to bear your weight.

“I see why you and Seungminnie get along so well. You’re listening, but not without struggle, hmm? Brats. The both of you.”

“‘M not.”

“You are. But that’s okay, Luna will train it out of you some other time. You’ll learn to behave.”

You can ignore how his words sent a spike of heat to your belly, but you can’t ignore the way he smirks at the change in your scent.

“Oh? Do you like that?”

“... I thought I was supposed to be eating.”

“Nice subject change. But yes, you are. Sit there and let me handle it.”

He feeds you and helps you shower, despite your many protests that you’re gross and can handle it yourself he refuses to back down.

“Let me do this for you, hmm?” His eyes are soft. “I don’t have to if you really don’t want me to, but I want to take care of you. Let me take care of my baby.” So you do, melting under his soft gaze and softer words, and he must be doing something with his scent, because you feel mildly scent drunk as he drags you into his nest.

“I’m allowed in?” You’re surprised. You’ve never been in his room before, most of your hangouts happening in the living room or Chan’s room when he’s not home because Minho thinks it’s funny to bother the Alpha. So you’re slightly out of it and a lot surprised and Minho looks a little upset that you asked but he takes your arm and shoves you onto his bed, rearranging his nest around you before climbing in himself.

“Of course you’re allowed in. You think Kim Seungmin is allowed in here and you’re not? You think I let a sweaty, post-gym Changbin in here but won’t let you? You’re silly. Hush.”

“But-”

“Hush.”

“Okay.” He hums, satisfied at your submission and wraps himself around you. 

“Luna will give you a reward when you finish exams.”

“What if I don’t pass?”

“You still deserve a reward for trying.” He kisses your head and you fall asleep like that, curled around each other, comfortable in his bed and warm in his arms.

-

“I’m finished!” You wander into the house the next week, fully prepared to spend your break doing absolutely nothing.

“Yay! With what, exactly?” Changbin asks. You hang your self off of him, forcing him to drag you along as he putters around the kitchen.

“With exams! Didn’t Yongbokkie and Minho ban you from the kitchen?”

“Well, yes. But what they don’t know won’t kill them.”

“What who doesn’t know?” It’s Minho, and you giggle as you push your face in between Changbin’s shoulder blades. He’s so big and warm. You want to bite him and also want him to hold you against a wall for unholy acts. Your hands wander around while he’s stuttering out a lame excuse to grope his chest.

“Wh- Hey! I’m busy getting threatened here!”

“Yes. I’m busy celebrating being a genius. It seems we both have full schedules.”

“Celebrating,” Minho steps next to you and taps you until you look at him, cheek still smushed against Changbin’s back. “Are you finished with exams then?”

“Mhm.” Your eyes are closing. Changbin really is comfortable, he smells slightly like chocolate and raspberries, and you could do with a celebratory nap.

“That’s great!” You’re being tugged away from your napping spot. “Come, Luna promised you a reward.”

“My nap.”

“You can’t sleep standing, you’re not a horse.”

“You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

He crosses his arms after closing the door to his bedroom.

“Do you want to nap before or after your reward?”

“What’s my reward?” The sentence hasn’t been out of your mouth for very long before he’s cupping the back of your head and kissing you.

“Oh. Oh. This is a good reward.” He smiles against your mouth, gently pushing you back towards his bed.

“Yeah? I thought you’d like it. I can smell you, you know.” Your back is hitting the mattress and there’s a shirt by your head that you think Hunjin was looking for a little while ago. “When you stare at me for too long, I can smell how needy you get. We all can, but I called dibs.”

“Dibs?” Your hands are under his shirt squishing his pecs.

“Mhm. Dibs. Hyunjinnie got to date you first. Kiss and hug and hold your hand. But do you know what I get to do first?” You shake your head and he gives you a wicked smile before he leans down next to your ear. “I get to fuck you first. Not Channie, not our Alpha, not Hyunjinnie who found you first. Me, your Luna. I get you first.” You inhale, shaky, and your legs shake slightly with the way blood rushes away from your brain. You can smell how your scent spikes and you can smell how Minho’s spikes in return. He smells so good, you want to get your mouth on him, so you do. You pull him down until his neck is in reach and seal your lips around the scent gland there, licking the sweat from his skin and letting your lungs fill with nothing but him.

“Jagi,” his voice is breathy, he pulls your head away from his neck and you whine. “You’re gonna get yourself scent drunk and I want you to be present for the things I’m going to do to you. Be good for me.” You pout slightly at him but nod, you’ll be good for him, you’ll do anything he wants. But you want to kiss him again, you want to kiss him so badly that you think you’ll die without it. You throw yourself up, arms circling around his neck as you press your mouth on his and you knock him off balance a bit. You’re upset when he tilts, separating your mouths and you push and push until suddenly he’s on his back under you, but you’re finally kissing so you don’t care all that much.

“Eager.” He’s too busy trying to talk to kiss you and you nip at his lip lightly until he gets the message.

“You’re only getting away with this because this is the first time,” he warns. “Next time, I won’t be so lenient.” You think he might be lying, that he’d let you do whatever you want regardless of how many times you fall into bed together, but you aren’t in the habit of letting other people know you have an advantage so you let it go.

You’re grinding down onto him, chasing friction as your pants fill with enough slick that you worry you might be in heat, whimpering with every movement when he grabs your hips, stopping you.

“Minho, why?”

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. Don’t you wanna get your pants off? Hmm? Feel me bare?” And suddenly, you do. He’s so smart for knowing that, you think. You let him slide your bottoms off and tug at his until they’re gone and there’s nothing separating the two of you save for the fact that you can’t fuse into one person.

You settle yourself back over him and oh. Omegas are supposed to be small, in the dick department, and you suppose compared to an Alpha, he might be. But he feels so good against you, he’ll feel so good inside of you, that you don’t much care, pawing at him desperately. He chuckles and grabs your hand, flipping you back over so he’s on top again.

“Baby, don’t tell me you’re already gone?” You are. You’re so gone. If you’re being honest, you were gone the second he kissed you. He does it again and you whine into his mouth.

“Noisy little thing. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Make sure my pretty Omega is all satisfied before you leave my bed.” He smiles and then he’s kissing his way down your neck and grumbling about the shirt you’re still wearing before his mouth is on the place where you’re leaking slick and suddenly your brain is falling out of your ears.

Your hands grab onto his hair and pull, hips arching up into his mouth. You think the sound that you let out could be heard from outer space, but in your defense, he’s good with his tongue.

“I knew you’d taste good.” You have no idea how he’s still talking, but the vibrations feel nice enough that you don’t want to stop him, that and you don’t think you could stop Minho from doing much of anything at this rate.

“We talked about it, you know.” You didn’t know. The pack talked about you? You quickly lose your train of thought as he slips one of his fingers inside of you. Small, he always says. They don’t feel small.

“It was all Jeonginnie could talk about during his last rut.” Minho huffs and you can see him roll his eyes despite the fact that yours are closed. You weren’t there for his last rut, too nervous and too busy with school to stay. It had caused quite the fuss and you had to spend extra time with Jeongin before and after to soothe him.

“Knuckle deep in Yongbokkie and all he could talk about was you. How good you’d taste, how warm you’d be. He’s lucky that Yongbokkie has the hots for you too, otherwise he’d be down one appendage.” The implication of the youngest Alpha getting his dick chopped off by Felix makes you laugh, but the knowledge that the pack desires you knocks the wind from your lungs. Either that, or the thing Minho is currently doing with his fingers.

He licks you again, and then places his mouth around your hole and sucks, like he’s trying to drink the slick straight from your body. The sound it makes is absolutely obscene, and your face heats at it, hands coming up to hide.

“No, no. Move your hands, jagiya. Let me see you.” He’s moving, mouth no longer on you and you hate it, but your embarrassment outweighs everything else so you don’t move your hands and instead shake your head at him. He pauses, hand stilling inside of you.

“No? Did you just tell me no, sweet thing?” You shake your head again.

“You didn’t? It seems like you did. Seems like you still are.” He’s laughing, or, he was.

“I thought you were going to be good for me. Do I have to turn this reward into a punishment?” That’s the one that does it, your eyes go wide and your hands fall from your face to grab at him, head shaking violently.

“No! No! Mommy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I was just nervous, please. I’ll be good. I’m good.” It takes you a second to register what you’ve said, and when you do your hands move up to cover your face again. Minho catches your wrists.

“Mommy? Yeah? Am I your mommy, sweetheart?” He drops your wrist to cup your face and you’ve lost all coordination. He taps your cheek, just a hint of a slap, but it’s enough to have you looking at him with wet eyes.

“I asked you a question, jagiya. Answer mommy when he talks to you, okay?” You nod, still in a daze and he huffs and takes a hold of your hair.

“What did I just tell you, doll?”

“To answer you.”

“Mhm, and what are you not doing?”

“Answering.”

“So what do you say to me?”

“I’m sorry, mommy. I’m sorry, please let go, it hurts.” He lets go of your hair and gently massages your scalp.

“Hmm. That’s better. And, it’s supposed to hurt, baby. That’s how you learn to listen to your mommy. That’s what a brat like you needs to learn their place.” You choke slightly on your own spit, hands coming up to rest in his hair, playing with it. He smiles at you.

“Good. Now, be good for your mommy, yeah? Be good for your Luna and I’ll make sure you get everything you need. Can you do that?”

“Yeah. Yes. I can.” He hums and suddenly his fingers are in you again and he manages to take one of your nipples into his mouth, and you’re already so keyed up that you feel slightly embarrassed when you’re cumming on his hand a moment later.

“Oh, sweet thing. Did I take too long? Hmm? Did mommy tease you too much?” You shake your head.

“No, ‘m sorry, mommy.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. Don’t worry so much. You used your brain so well this past week, let mommy do the thinking for you. I’ll tell you when to apologize, how about that?”

“Sounds good.” You’re hot, overwarm, and you're shoving your shirt off the rest of the way and chucking it somewhere. The shirt’s only over your eyes for a second, but somehow Minho has managed to coat his fingers in his own slick and shove them into your mouth. Your eyes roll so far back into your head you’re worried they might stick but he tastes so good that you would suffer blindness for eternity just to have this.

“Mommy, mommy, you taste so good-”

“Shh, I know.” He shoves his fingers far enough back that you gag a little and your eyes water and he coos and wipes at your tears with the hand that was in you, smearing slick across your cheekbones.

His fingers are out of your mouth and he’s between your legs, shoving them apart to get at your hole and then he's sliding in.

“Oh God.”

“Just Minho is fine. Or mommy,” he giggles at you, “since you seem so fond of it.”

Your glare slightly at him, less than pleased with the corny joke, but he shifts his hips and hits a spot that has you keening, arching up into him for more.

“There? Yeah? Jesus. You're leaking so much that I'd think you're in heat if you didn't know any better.” He's right, but it's unfair of him to single you out.

“You are too.” It comes out a lot more whiny than you wanted but he’s nice enough to look offended anyway.

“I thought I took care of your attitude. It seems I have my work cut out for me.” His pace picks up at that, and suddenly you don't have enough brain cells to think, let alone talk back.

You're not wrong though, there's slick everywhere. From you and him, it's soaking through the sheets, it's sticking your thighs together every time he thrusts forward, it's coating his hands and everywhere he touches you. It's loud, the slapping of your bodies accompanied by a wet squish every time either of you moves. It's messy and sticky and slightly gross and you want more. You want to be covered in him and he in you until you smell so similar not even the best drug dog would be able to tell you apart.

Your hands wander searching and searching until you’ve found the place where he’s leaking too and you're coating your fingers in it and smearing a hand over your chest before sticking them in your mouth. You hear Minho gasp and his hips stutter before picking back up.

“Dirty, that’s dirty, Omega. You want me to make a mess of you?” You nod. Of course you do. You want your mommy to do whatever he wants to you. He coos and guides your hand back to his hole, guiding you into fingering him while he’s rearranging your guts.

“Mommy, it’s- you’re so warm.” He hums at you, breath finally turning ragged.

“Yeah? You wanna fuck mommy sometime? I bet you’d be good at it. Such a good little Omega for me, for us.” You do. You would like to fuck him sometime. Anytime really, you bet he’d be so warm. Tight and hot and wet. You have him on your fingers now, but you’re too overwhelmed to really enjoy it the way it should be enjoyed, the way he should be enjoyed. You want to eat him out, drink his slick straight from the source for the rest of time. You wouldn’t need water or food anymore if you could just have him.

“Yeah, I would. Mommy, please. I’ll be good. I’ll do so good.” You’re babbling at him, out of it and barely able to speak. He has to strain to understand you properly.

“You would. Mommy knows you would. Such a sweetheart, you’d make your Luna feel so good, hmm?” And you tighten around him with a loud moan and there’s a bang on the wall connecting Minho’s room to Chan’s and Minho bangs back.

“Yah! Just because you’re too busy to get your dick wet doesn’t mean I am! Leave us alone and go jack off or something!” He huffs and looks back down at you, kissing your nose softly in a stark juxtaposition to the way his hips are probably bruising your own.

“Why don’t you go ahead and cum, baby? Hmm? Mommy’s right behind you.” He shoves his fingers in your mouth again and this time, this time, his fingers are coated in a heady mixture of yours and his slick and that’s what does you in. That’s what makes you cum so hard your legs shake and makes Minho take his fingers out of your mouth lest you choke. He follows not too soon after, and when he pulls out you can see the mixture of cum and slick slide out of you.

“Next time,” Minho’s looking down at it too, “I’ll make sure that stays in. Can’t have it go to waste, can we?”

-

Despite his earlier promise, he doesn’t let you nap yet.

“But you said-”

“I know what I said. And now I’m saying that you can’t sleep like this.”

He bodily drags you to the shower, again, and changes the sheets before he lets you lie down.

“My hair is gonna be so dry.”

“Where’s the stuff you put in it?”

“At my house.”

“This is your house.”

“I still rent an apartment close to campus.” Minho pauses, shifting so you’re face-to-face.

“Don’t. Come live with us.”

“There aren’t enough rooms.”

“If privacy is what you’re worried about, Luna will build you a room right next to his with his bare hands.” You giggle at him.

“Yeah. But I have to pay a fee for breaking my lease.”

“Luna will take care of it.”

-

haihai

hi minho what’s up

>:( still no cute nickname?

I feel like it’s inappropriate to call you mommy in a casual setting

oh >:)? that’s my nickname now?

if that’s okay

whatever you want

as long as I have a cute nickname before kim seungmin I don’t care

then why did you harass me about it??????!??!?!

kkkk I had to get you in my bed somehow

-

“Can you guys stop texting when you’re right next to each other? All of your weird flirting is really interrupting movie time.” Jisung is complaining from where his head is rammed into your stomach.

“Dude. You’re literally not even watching it.” It’s Jeongin now, reaching over to smack Ji’s head.

“And? You’re the one who’s always complaining about how loud they are.” This is news to you.

“Is it really that bad?” Your voice is small and immediately Minho’s hands are touching you.

“No. They don’t know what they’re talking about, they’re just mad that they haven’t figured out how to get you to make such pretty noises yet.”

The room erupts into shouts as people defend themselves from Minho’s claim, you smile at him and tuck yourself further into his side, kicking Jisung out from his spot in your lap.

“Hey! I called dibs on your lap! You can’t take that away!” He’s shoving at your knees, trying to shove them back off the couch so he can lay comfortably again.

“When did you guys even call dibs on all this stuff?”

“It used to be while you were on the drive here,” Felix says, “now we do it while you’re  getting a blanket from your room.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

“Sure. Just call dibs first.”

[amywritesthings]

ahhh I just bought fields of mistria today! if you’ve started it, what do you think? as an avid stardew player I can’t wait to dive into it!

AHHHH NO WAY!!! I did start it!! I streamed about an hour of it today and it is so cute. i am so obsessed with the color choices and the town people are just... whew. to not have a poly option is a tragedy. Basically the same structure as SDV, so it feels familiar but not a copy at all.

You'll HAVE to tell me your initial favorites!

[frostiifae]

"i'm going to play stardew valley today :)" [spends three hours being possessed by an insane idea and two hours writing the introduction to an extremely self-indulgent toxic yuri poly selfship situation]

[vaultedthewall]

Stardew Romance Options and Polyamory

Based on nothing other than I've invested a lot of hours in this game and know a lot of polyamorous people along with being one myself. Opinions are (obviously) entirely my own.

Alex: Sure but you'll need to broach the subject first. Elliot: Absolutely, has definitely had poly relationships in the past. Harvey: Never been in a poly relationship but would be open to trying. Sam: Reluctant to try but ends up really blossoming in it, though has a bad habit of doubling it up with trying to recruit more people for his band. Sebastian: Nope. You could probably talk him into trying but it wouldn't go well. Shane: No. Abigail: Yes. Emily: She probably asks you about it first tbh Haley: Yes but she will use 'more spouses' as an excuse to get out of doing chores. Leah: Bad past experience means she's unsure about trying again, but checking in often and showing her it doesn't mean you love her less means it goes well as she rebuilds her confidence with it and is able to chalk the past up to bad experience rather than 'this is just how that is'. Maru: Willing to try, treats it as an experiment with appropriate notes taken. How it goes depends entirely if you're into that, but then again you did marry her. Penny: No. You could talk her into trying but it wouldn't go well.

[nowoyas]

It's fun seeing you talk about hyperfixations, so what are your favorite non-HM / RF farm sims? :3c

*breaks fingers* you've activated my trap card

okay SO! I'm actually still developing a favorite because there's so many in the genre to pick from and they're all so unique! so I'm just going to ramble about non-bokumono and bokumono-adjacent farm sims that I think are good and worth bringing up!

Stardew Valley is the obvious one everyone jumps to. It's a solid harvest moon clone--not in a derogatory way, I mean it was literally created to be a clone of an earlier harvest moon game, and it does that job extremely well and then proceeds to build on the formula in a way that clearly resonated with a lot of people. It is not, however, my favorite. Don't look at my play time on steam. I am slightly burned on it due to how many people slap the label "stardew valley but [core aesthetic]" on every fucking farm sim because they're Guy Who's Only Played Stardew Valley, Playing His Second Farm Sim. BUT it IS really just a great farm sim with solid mechanics.

Graveyard Keeper gets a mention here because, while it doesn't quite match up tonally with the rest of the genre and is only sort of even IN the genre, if you like farm sims as a whole, chances are great that you'll like Graveyard Keeper, as it scratches the same gameplay loop itch that you'll get from any good farm sim. This is a game that was recommended to me by no less than seven people when I was looking for a new farm sim to play, and for good reason! Loosely, you get Issekai'd into another world to be that world's graveyard keeper, and spend the game trying to get back home. Not a farm sim in the truest sense, still worth mentioning here.

Coral Island. Ohhhh my god Coral Island. It's still in the creation stages and being polished, but holy SHIT the vibes are immaculate. Nature and environmentalism-focused farm sim with one of the most diverse casts I've gotten the pleasure of seeing in a farm sim. The characters are beautiful, the concept is gorgeous, and the focus is not just on farming and community, but on cleaning up the environment and taking care of the world we live in. Kind of like another farm sim, I think, but I'm blanking on which one I'm thinking of right now?

PUMPKIN DAYS is absolutely worth mentioning here. It's a super super charming proper farm sim. I wouldn't recommend it to people new to the genre, but rather to genre vets who are already sure they like the core gameplay of farm sims. Much like Coral Island, Pumpkin Days has a MASSIVELY diverse cast. There's three towns you can live in on the island the game is set on, each with their own characters. While it's hard to definitively point to any one character as a specific breed of queer, it's actually the only farm sim I can name where you can be truly poly! Also extremely nice, there's a town on the island called Spoonie Island that's a lovely little community of variously disabled and neurodivergent characters. The reason I wouldn't recommend this as a starter farm sim is one thing: tank controls. This game has tank controls. This is the most interesting decision I've ever seen in a farm sim. Once you settle in with them, it works and I hardly noticed the difference anymore after about 20 hours of gameplay, but if you're a newcomer to the genre? You'll want to start with a game that controls like 74% of other games in the genre. (This is also why I don't recommend Island of Happiness or Sunshine Islands to newcomers to the genre. Touch screen movement is another you get used to but should not start with.)

Another not-technically-a-true-farm-sim game I absolutely fucking NEED to bring up here is Sakuna: Of Rice And Ruin. It's developed by XSEED games, which you'll note is an American subsidiary of Marvelous, the company that makes the bokumono games. They're really fucking good at farm sims. Sakuna is not technically a farm sim--there's a set plotline, the game is much more combat-oriented, and there's no dating system, but this game is still very much about community, and one of the main mechanics is farming rice to grow your strength as a harvest goddess. This game is SO fucking technical with the farming aspect, in the best fucking way. In learning more about how to properly grow the rice, I actually ended up looking into actual fucking real life rice disorders and being able to translate that into in-game mechanics to be able to treat them. I still get advertisements for farming equipment and fertilizers from how much research I've done. I only got 100 hours out of this game, but I chalk that more up to the plot and progression having a more definite end than, say, Rune Factory 4 and its endless dungeons in the endgame. If there were more plot to work through and more progression to gain, I would easily get another 300 out of it.

This post is starting to get long (it's like I'm talking about farm sims or something) so this'll be my final mentions here: My Time at Portia and My Time at Sandrock. Again, not true farm sims in that you're not technically a farmer. Absolutely a farm sim. In these games, you're a Builder who comes to a town (Portia or Sandrock, depending on the game [wow]) and works to build up the community. It took some adjusting to settle in to the art style, but once I did, holy shit these games are fun. These are also more combat-oriented and DEFINITELY less farming-oriented--while you can grow crops and have animals, it's absolutely an afterthought to gathering materials to build things for people. You can get married in these ones, unlike Sakuna or Graveyard Keeper, and it's definitely the closest to true farm sim out of the "kind of but not really but definitely in the genre but also not really" category. My Time at Sandrock sees a full release in September, and I am SOOOO excited. I haven't been playing it as much because I literally have So Much Of Everything to get done while working full time and obsessing over my boys, but any game I've talked about here is well worth it.

OH MY GOD I DIDN'T MENTION ATOMICROPS. Atomicrops counts. It has the farming sim tag on steam so it counts. Okay so like imagine the apocalypse. Now imagine running a farm after the nuclear apocalypse. Much much more combat oriented. This one's a roguelike. You can and should get married in this one. Hands down the best farm sim to recover from dental surgery to. I associate this game with the taste of mashed potatoes.

Okokok I'm pretty sure I'm having an allergic reaction so I'll stop digging through non-bokumono farm sims for now BUT THANK YOU SM FOR ASKING I LITERALLY LOVE TALKING ABOUT FARM SIMS WHEN I WAS A KID MY MOM ALMOST TOOK ME TO THERAPY BECAUSE I PLAYED HARVEST MOON FOR LIKE 18 HOURS STRAIGHT AND FORGOT TO SLEEP

[nighttimebuzz]

I went to give someone, criticism for their poly mod (For stardew, mind you), as I am polyamorous and how I only wanted a poly mod to date my Irl partner and a npc, the mod creator added a NPC that made no sense, in the context of how it's meant to replace free love, and be a better version. I did not want a Poly mod + new NPC. Won't state who I gave this criticism too, especially the mod creator, as I don't want to fuel any fires, but all of a sudden the mod creator guilt trips me, misunderstands my criticism for being just hateful, when all I did was give this person polite criticism, and this guy simp comes along and starts berating me as if I don't understand how polyamory works, and proceeds to mansplain to me how it works, as if he's ever BEEN in a polyamory relationship. news flash, I am in a polyamory relationship. I know how it functions because I am literally a lesbian. :| afterwards multiple people came to defend me, but honestly I didn't wanna bother getting notified that some horny men liked the skimpy character and that I was threatening their masculinity that I just deleted my comment. (what I mean by this, is; I just.. made my comment blank, I am not dealing with childish remarks on a farming game :|) I fucking hate nexusmods because of this. and now I understand why they got into hot waters for many years. I love the stardew valley community, but the amount of horny ass and uncomfortably weird people that step over boundaries is just.. disgusting. especially in the nexusmod space. they treat it as if, everyone wants to be sexual and LGBT+ means sex for hours, when there are literal ACE players who want mods that just allow them to date the people they like, minus sex. Most of the people that got that poly mod, were ace. they didn't want a oversexualized woman to talk to them. they just wanted to date Abigail from Stardew AND Sebastian. and have a good time. instead this NPC implies they fucked Abigail, when Abigail's vanilla cutscenes WITH a woman player mind you, suggests she's never had sex at all, (You don't need to state that anyway), nor had a crush on a woman before, until you came along. So this NPC makes no sense and it's just stepping over a boundary, but I guess that'll hurt someone's feelings?, that not everyone on planet earth is horny???, people are weird, I tell you. Yes, you don't have to install something that oversteps your boundary, but if you JUST wanted to date three people, why should I feel ashamed for calling out the randomly added sexual stuff, that I didn't sign up for?, especially when the mod wasn't overstepping a boundary until they decided; "Let's add my oversexualized OC!!!"

[inked-succubus]

Started playing Coral island yesterday.

I’m really enjoying it, I think it’s a game I’m gonna put a lot of hours into. I’m so torn on who to romance tho. Suki, Leah, Yuri and Eva are all stunning but the game has yet to add in the mermaid romance options. Ugh, we need more poly romances in gaming.

I’ve seen it get called a stardew valley rip-off, while I will admit there are some things that are eerie similar to Coral Island and stardew valley, I wouldn’t call it a rip-off. Farming sims tend to naturally have similarities due to the gameplay. Coral Island has some very unique features and it’s own style that set it apart from Stardew Valley.

[machinewitchcreature]

And what did it take?

Finally sitting down to figure out how to mod Stardew Valley and then browse gender neutral, polyamory and other queer mods for hours until I stopped lying to myself and downloaded some nsfw mods that give the npcs a more realistic adult life as well

And then reading 2h of poly smut on ao3 in bed and ruining my sleep

My soul feels healed for once in my life

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 21

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Mission: Abominable begins!!

Author’s Note: I keep getting frustrated at myself for writing Y/N to be so thirsty, but I’m also just writing her how I assume my character is in the game, given how harem-like Stardew kinda accidentally can be. So like.. yeah. ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧ She’ll eventually figure out that she’s probably poly lol.

Hope you enjoy! x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

Check it out on ao3!

Prev | Next

Magnus was super understanding when I told him that I wanted to go home and rest for a bit. I promised I’d be back later in the day, but told me with a sympathetic smile to take all the time I need to recuperate from my incident with his potion, noting that the mental effects may be drastic even with the physical symptoms gone.

It’s not just the potion I need recuperation from, I’d thought to myself with high hopes that he wouldn’t hear.

Deciding to take him up on the offer to just go back some other time, I spent the rest of the day sulking. Played a few online games with Seb, but just moped around otherwise. Wondering if that was all just an allergic reaction, or if it was my body’s way of rejecting magic… like, what if I’ve got ~the sense~ for these things, but can’t actually partake in any of it? That would suck, dude.

And then there’s the issue of that… lovey feeling that formed in me during the whole debacle. 

That isn’t fun either.

We’re gonna ignore that part, though!

The new day has been lazy, but much needed, after all that farm work and stuff yesterday. I made some crepes for the first time as breakfast, researched good kotatsus for the upcoming colder seasons, and did a ton of much needed cleaning around the house. Got some playtime in with Cannoli too, once it got darker and cooler outside.

Now, the little man’s laying on my belly and purring as I stroke his soft fur. Soothing me from spiraling into any self-deprecating thoughts now that I’m not distracted by chores. Hopefully I can be a good farmer, if nothing else… but only time will tell. 

I take note of how much bigger this lil’ man has gotten. He was basically skin and bone when Marnie delivered him to me like the goddamn stork, and now, he’s perfectly chubby, with fur thicker than ever before. It’s becoming apparent that he might be a Siberian, rather than a short-haired something-or-other.

I pick him up so that I can sit with my back against the headboard, holding him out in front of me once I’m settled. He softly meows, probably wanting me to put him back down, but instead I hold him to my chest like a baby and nuzzle my face onto the top of his head. His immediate purring soothes my soul. I guess I’m a pretty good cat mom, too. 

I still have plenty of time — several hours, actually — to kill before I want to go to bed, but nothing feels appealing. I’ve played through all my games and don’t want to spend money on anything new quite yet. I don’t want to go back to Magnus just yet, because… obviously. I’m too lazy to make dinner, but don’t feel like ordering in either. And, it’s a Friday, so Seb and Sam have had band practice and whatnot with Abby all day. Don’t know if I wanna impede on their ritual hangouts.

It’s times like this where I really wish I had more confidence and more friends.

My phone vibrates, and in my desperation to not disturb Cannoli again, I try to grab at it without moving much. Unfortunately, I just wind up kicking it further away and onto the ground. Fuck. 

Great to know that even if Magnus’ potion works, my clumsiness decided to stick around.

I apologetically kiss the fuzzy little head beneath mine before putting him aside, standing up and retrieving the device. I have a text notification from a number I don’t recognize. 

Preparing for it to be spam, I unlock the screen, and am quite frankly baffled with my findings.

xxx-xxx-xxxx > heyyy. stole ur number from sebby’s phone

xxx-xxx-xxxx > it’s abby

Why is she texting me? Why was she going through his phone? 

I shrug it off and quickly add her to my contacts and sit at the edge of the bed before answering. 

< hey! what’s up

Abby > him and sam told me ur planning to check out that weird ass tower

Abby > i want in

Ohhh, Abigail. Just as fuckin’ peachy as ever. The stresses of the past two days aren’t allowing me to cope well with her intrusion... makin’ it real hard to want to be friends with her. 

I sigh, silently urging myself to smile through the pain. It’ll pay off! If we can be friends, everyone will benefit, right? 

Right?

< fine by me

< i’ll keep ya posted :)

Abby > no you won’t

Abby > we’re going tonight :) 

…What?

Abby > i’ll meet you outside ur place at 12

WHAT?

< do i get any say in this?

Abby > c ya laterrr ;)

“Oh , come the fuck ON, bro!” 

I hear Cannoli subtly activate beside me and put a comforting hand on his back, eyes still trained on Abby’s texts.

I peer up a few inches for the time. Just turned 8. That gives me 4 hours to contact Magnus somehow (I really need this dude’s fucking number, if he even has a phone), figure out some sort of plan that’ll benefit us both, and get back home… Ugh. I’m gonna have to go all the way there, aren’t I?

I’ve gotta leave, like, now.

I’m in the same outfit I wore out yesterday, but with one less bra and some cozy gray shorts instead of a skirt. Now isn’t the time for a bra. I toss my white sneakers over the black crew socks I’d been wearing, grab my keys, and make a dash for Magnus’ tower. I use my left forearm and hand to flatten my chest, keeping the ladies from flopping around, while my right arm pumps, phone and keys clutched in its hand.

The longer I run, the more I realize that I’m not tired. Like, at all. My lungs are fine, my heart rate seems as low as it usually rests, and I’m not breaking a sweat despite the humid summer air clinging to my skin. I wonder if this is what Magnus meant when he said the potion would lower my fatigue, like, permanently.

I also have the jarring realization that these shorts are short and they’re riding up my ass and coochie and Yoba I’m gonna look like a fucking mess showing up to his house like this. I shake my head and right wrist briefly to stop myself from getting too distracted. Gotta focus on keeping my pace. 

Once the tower is within viewing distance, I check my phone for the time. About 15 minutes have passed – Magnus and I will have a few hours to get something done. I pick up the pace, only now starting to feel any shortness in my breath or dampness on my forehead. As I near the bottom of the cliff his tower’s perched on, I call out the wizard’s name, hoping he’ll hear me or feel my presence or something.

Thankfully, it works like a charm – just a few seconds after his title escapes my mouth, his response echoes within me. 

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” He sounds worried – must’ve sensed my urgency. I sigh out in relief that he was able to answer so quickly. “Is everything alright?”

“Not really,” I explain, making my way up the steps. “Abby wants to come here tonight.” 

“Fuck,” he groans, with his low and rumbly voice. 

My breath hitches because o-oh my god that was the first time I’ve heard him say The Fuck Word and it sounded so—?!

I feel the hairs raise on my arms and my heart rate and temperature only now pick up.

No, (y/n)! Stop it! Bad dog! 

I stop proceeding forward once I make it to the top of the stairs, breathe deeply, and blink a few times, in a desperate attempt to keep my mind empty and unable to be perceived. 

Noticing how my hair threatens to stick to my neck and face, I tip my upper half down to pull my tresses up into a ponytail. God, my shorts were already riding up before, but the bent over motion I just did is shoving them further into my crack. Luckily, I’m able to get them into a more appropriate position by the time Magnus opens the door. 

He asks aloud, “When will she be arriving?” as I give myself a once-over to make sure I’m not terribly disheveled. 

“She wants to meet me at my house at midnight, and work from there.” 

As I roll my sleeves to my elbows, I look up to meet his eyes, blue with concern. He sighs and runs his hands through his hair, his other on his hip, as he scans my face, and then my body oh god oh fuck and then my face again.

“Well,” he looks down at his feet in thought for a moment, trailing off. He seems to be in thought, but I could swear I just saw a flash of pink or red in his irises before they turned maroon again… Huh. “I must disguise anywhere that will be accessible, as well as bar off the basement.” 

Magnus meets my orbs again, looking more confident this time around. “I can perform an enchantment to rearrange the appearance of my home, but it will require plenty of energy. It would be too risky to try the same spell downstairs, due to its inventory. Would you be willing to complete a small task while I work?”

I nod, “Yeah, of course.” I walk forward, so that I’m not, like, shouting at him from the top of the stairs anymore. 

He lets me inside as he explains the first priority for the night. Magnus leads me downstairs, and describes that he has a statue down here – he calls it the Shrine of Illusions – which he can use to change his appearance at the cost of a drop of blood and some money. He has to do this, being how much different he looks than your average villager around here; and we do want him to seem like some guy that just so happens to like living in seclusion, after all.

While he’s talking, I gaze around yearningly at the bookshelves surrounding either side of the hallway. It’s been so long since I’ve read anything other than, like, fanfiction. Noticing my wandering eyes, he promises to allow me back here in the future, claiming a lot of these will help with my potential apprenticeship.

The room he escorts me to has some more books and a lounging area to the left, and the Shrine to the right, with a smaller version of the spell circle he has upstairs in front of it. I assume he needs to stand there or some shit for the shrine to do its thing.

After a warning that it’ll take him a bit to finish his transformation, I get cozy with a book on the opposite end of the room. The one I picked out at random – The Wizard’s Compendium: Oaths of the Corrupted – is an allegedly true story about the people who used to live in a desert in Galdora, now called the Crimson Badlands. It became dangerous and barren over time, due to a rising presence of black magic amongst its inhabitants. 

I want to focus on the book so badly. I’m genuinely interested in learning, especially based on what the summary has to say about it… but once I glimpse up to check on Magnus, I find it hard to revert my attention.

As he works, his skin glows brightly, like those fancy berries he’s cultivating outside. He sits cross legged, floating above the also glowing ring painted on the floor, with his hands splayed out in front of him as some funky lil’ stars twirl around them. A slight breeze blows his hair out of his face, and his expression resembles that of someone who’s sleeping: eyes closed, mouth relaxed, only deep breaths escaping him. 

He’s so beautiful.

Fuck. 

No.

Stop ogling. 

Wincing at myself, I sink lower onto the scarlet cushion of the sofa, and attempt to delve back into the book. Just when I’m finally getting lost in its contents, Magnus approaches.

“Alright, how do I look?”

Taking note of what page I’m on for future reference, I shut the book and all but melt at the figure before me.

Magnus’ usual gray skin is now a rich, dark amber. His hair is black with some gray speckled throughout, and his eyes are a deep and piercing shade of liquid gold, with some light wrinkles adorning the corners and bags. His ears are no longer pointed, but all else remains the same – he’s still crazy tall, still has the same features, and still has that stupid little beauty mark under his one eye. His clothes aren’t different either, but his earrings are gone.

Unfortunately, he looks stunning.  

I barely even notice how easily I fucking blurt that opinion out to him oh my fucking god, but when his eyes widen and a deep crimson paints his cheeks, I realize my mistake. My features mirror his in an instant.

“O-oh my god, I mean, um…” I stammer for a sec as I look down at the closed book in my lap, trying to figure out the best way to escape this situation. “I just…” There is no escape. “I didn’t mean to just…” I am trapped. “Fuck.” I am a dumbass. “Sorry…” I mumble in defeat, hiding my face in my hands.

I only look back up when I feel his hand comfortingly flatten against my scalp, prompting a squeak out of me. He’s smirking, and has a mischievous glint in his eye as he starts his response. That look isn’t something I see often... only from, like, Seb. 

My boyfriend…

Fuck me. 

“I appreciate the praise, (y/n).” His voice sounds more… silky than usual? Hello?! “Truly.” 

He removes the hand from my head and gestures for me to give him my own, so he can help me from my seat. I quietly and meekly thank him as I return the book back to its spot on the shelf. Then, Magnus explains our next steps:

I’m gonna be performing a low-level spell – one that he thinks I should be able to manage, despite my fucking atrocious experience with magic yesterday – in order to reinforce that nobody’ll be able to enter the basement until Abby’s gone. He doesn’t want me near him as he enchants the main areas, because one wrong move by me can throw everything off. He reminds me that we don’t want Abby to know magic is, like, an actuality yet. Any indication of what he does can turn this night into a whole thing. So, when I’m done enchanting the door, I’m to wait at the bottom of the stairs that lead down here until further notice.

I patiently linger by the top of the steps, admiring Magnus’ plants until he returns with a tome. He opens to the page I’ll need, and points to a specific section; he then mutters something barely legible, and a purple highlighter effect spreads across the lines I’m supposed to read. 

“Remember, (y/n),” he sternly orders with a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t read anything else in this book out loud, even as a whisper.” I nod, and he reinforces the point, his unfamiliarly dazzling eyes boring into mine. “The effects of any other spell in this book summoned by an untrained mage could legitimately become catastrophic.”

“Got it,” I confirm with another nod. I let out a shaky breath as I look away from his face. “No pressure.”

His hand still on my shoulder, he gives it a squeeze. “Hey,” he calls for my attention. “I am assigning this to you so that you can practice. It’s quite elementary, but being that you’ve never incanted a spell before, it is truly not an issue if you find yourself unable.” Magnus offers a reassuring smile, seemingly melting my worries away. “I believe you can do this. And if your efforts fail, it’s nothing that I can’t fix once I’m done with my own duties upstairs. Alright?” 

I nod again. Go off, bobblehead. I grin up at his kind features and thank him for the support, adding, “I’ll do my best.”

As Magnus climbs the stairs, he assures me he’ll need no more than 25 minutes, but reminds me that I absolutely cannot interrupt. 

When he’s gone, I sigh, and look down at the open book in my arms. I sit on the steps in front of the locked door, reading it over in my head a few times.

I fumble my words often when I’m nervy, but when it comes to reading things out loud, I’m a fucking disaster. I need to rehearse this a few times if I want to do it correctly… then again, I don’t know if I can do the spell, nor do I know how much mana I have if that’s even something I do have, so I’m unsure of how many chances I’ll get to get this right.

A few minutes pass before I hear things moving around upstairs. I’m assuming that means Magnus is already deep in his work.

Now’s probably a good time to try this.

I stand up, taking a few deep breaths and hopping in place a little to shake out my worries. I then reach out in front of me until my palm is flat on the wooden door, look down at the grimoire, and begin. 

My incantation is slow, and I’m careful to enunciate the words on the page. A few syllables in, something begins to tickle the inside of my stomach – it’s hard to ignore, but I do my best to push it aside. Before I know it, that feeling spreads, and suddenly it’s like I can distinctly feel each and every vein pulsing in my body. With only a few words left, the hand on the door begins to shimmer similarly to how Magnus did downstairs during his makeover.

And then…

There’s no fancy sparks, or any visible force coating the door, or anything. All that fancy shit… just kinda stopped once my words faded. 

…Maaybe I just have to test it for myself?

I take a deep breath, wrap my fingers around the handle, and swing the door open with ease god fucking damnit.

I wish I knew what had gone wrong, but I’ve obviously got no idea, and it’s not like I have Magnus here supervising or providing guidance. 

I guess I’ll just have to keep going.

[tmmyhug]

hi!! i'm still playing stardew too; i'm in like? mid-winter of year two. also im married to sebastian because i found it easier to just pick someone than to date around LOL. i also did complete the community center! and i've been doing a lot of cooking. :)) i have a question! how far have you gotten in the skull cavern bc i am just. DYING. i bought the lava katana from the adventuring center so i have a good sword, but every time i try to get very far i simply perish and lose my wonderful items. :( (i usually just don't save if that happens.) or do you have any advice for that!!! because i really wanna get to level 25 for the QUEST

hi!!! omg congrats 🎉🎉 im on year four summer and still haven’t married anyone but i’m dating everyone.. we’re all in a giant poly relationship or sth. idk.

ooh skull cavern!! yea it’s really hard. i can make it to level fifty on a good day but no further yet. advice? hmm you said you’re doing lots of cooking? so take a ton of food with you. prioritize the stuff with luck, defense, and attack boosts. (luck is really important, i only go to skull cavern on days with good luck, the fortune teller on the tv can tell you what your daily luck is.) i usually take a whole row of inventory space of food, and as i eat it in the caves i get more room for all the stuff i pick up. and speed! coffee is really good for speed. i’ve got coffee growing year round in the greenhouse so i get like five cups a day.

take omni geodes with you to the desert to buy desert warp totems from the merchant - then you don’t have to wait for the bus to start mining and you can teleport straight there in the morning so you get like three extra hours in the day. take a farm totem too, and use that to go home from the mines at like 1am instead of having to leave early to take the bus. the more time you have the more levels down you get !

keep mining in the local caves too! completing the monster slayer goals in the adventurer’s guild can get you snazzy new rings that help you out. and collecting extra ores lets you make bombs - i take a butt load to skull cavern and use them to find shafts or ladders as fast as possible when the rocks are really crowded. also have you gotten willy’s boat yet? there’s more you can do to improve your weaponry if you have, but i don’t wanna say too much if you’re not there yet

just fyi i actually recommend not using stairs because they’re really difficult to collect due to how many rocks you need, and the next quest you’ll get will require a Ton of stairs. save up the stairs.

sorry this was really long 😬 hope it helps some! good luck with skull cavern ^^

[the-sugar-crash]

Could we get some poly damn hcs(including Gavin) where there is post inversion comfort? Like the FL comforting everyone and everyone being ok because they’re finally safe?? Inversion got me cryin dude :(

Me too dude. Me too.

This starts right at the end of inversion, and then skips to comfort portion later, so it hurts a little before it gets better. Hope you enjoy!

A small apology to all the requests sitting in my inbox. School is exhausting, and usually I can use the weekends to recharge and write, but last weekend I had my last high school music festival, and I had a field trip this weekend. So I've been slightly busy (Also I've started hyper-fixating on Stardew valley again, which sucks, cause at least with my fixation on redacted, I can do other stuff while I listen, but video games are a little hard to multitask with lol))

Anyway sorry onto the head canons

CW: Inversion, shutting down, mentions of injuries, mentions of trauma, mentions of nightmares, grief, guilt, crying

They’re all so scared for the barrier to come down

At least while it was still up, they could hold onto hope that the others were okay, that everything would work out okay

But once it breaks they have to deal with whatever happened

Gavin and the FL weren’t far from the entrance, so they were some of the firsts to get out

Lasko tackled the two of them to the ground when he saw them, refusing to let go

None of them were hurt, just tired, but they ignored their exhaustion to look for Huxley and Damien until Gavin literally collapsed against the FL and Lasko, who had to drag him back to the apartment

Gavin insisted he was fine and could keep searching right up until he collapsed

Once the two of them had made sure he was safe in bed, they went back out

Lasko tried to convince the FL to stay home and rest, but they’re stubborn, and insisted on helping him look for the other half of their family

It takes them a while, but eventually they find Huxley hunched over, sitting on the curb in front of one of the medical tents

They rush over and hug Huxley, checking him over to make sure he doesn’t have any injuries, and Hux does the same to the Freelancer

Once they make sure he’s mostly okay other than a few small scrapes, they ask about Damien

He tells them Damien is in the medical tent, and that he was asked to wait outside

So they wait with him, all of them crouched uncomfortably on the curb

Damien hobbles out of the tent about an hour later

They all stand up quickly (or as quick as they can, they’re all exhausted) and wait for Damien to say something

He just wordlessly walks over and buries his head in Huxley’s chest

The other two are quick to wrap their arms around them, and they have another group hug

Their family made it. They’re all safe

The walk back to the apartment takes a little while

Damien can hardly walk, and Huxley is exhausted

Lasko does his best to prop up Damien, and the Freelancer tries their best to hold up Huxley, but by the time they make it home, they’re all swaying on their feet

The they all pass out as soon as they get into bed, and they hold onto each other like they’re scared the others will be gone when they wake up

Okay, that’s enough of the angst, onto the comfort portion of your regularly scheduled broadcast

The first day they just spend sleeping

But sadly the world moves on, despite all the terrible things that happened

They all have to start processing everything eventually

Gavin just doesn’t want to talk about it

So the Freelancer will just sit with him as he tries to find ways to distract himself

They’ll find him sitting on the couch, staring out into space

They’ll gently cup his face in their hands, tearing his eyes away from the wall and softly kiss his lips until his eyes come back into focus

“I love you,” they whisper, and they get a couple hours with him until he zones out again

Lasko is running around like a chicken with his head cut off

He wants to help, he knows his partners are hurting, but he feels like it isn’t his place to try and make them feel better

He can’t even imagine what they all went through, and he’s so afraid of accidentally making it worse

So he pushes all of those thoughts deep, deep down, and tries to put on a brave face for everyone else

Until one night the FL is up late because they can’t sleep, and they hear sounds coming from the bathroom

So they slip out of Huxley’s grasp (a usually impossible task. Boy has a tight grip) and make their way down the hall

Lasko is sitting on the edge of the tub with his head buried in a towel, doing his best to muffle his crying

He must not have heard them come in, because when they lightly rap their knuckles on the door frame, his head shoots up

“Freelancer! I’m sorry I just-”

They just sink to their knees in front of where he sitting and hold him, letting him cry into their shoulder

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying” he apologized, trying to wipe away his tears as they kept forming in his eyes

“Shhh, you don’t have to apologize to me Lasko, I’m right here,” they soothed, rubbing small circles on his back

They stayed like that until Lasko's cries stopped.

“Listen to me Lasko,” the FL said, cupping Lasko’s face. “We all made it. All five of us. We’re all still here, and we want you to feel okay too. You can talk to us my love. We all love you so much”

Lasko started crying again, and this time by the time he was done, it was almost time for them to get up, so

So the FL dragged him to the living room and sat him on the couch while they made two mugs of hot chocolate

They sat on the couch and drank them together until they both dozed off, curled up next to year other, Lasko laying his head on the FL chest

That’s how the others found them the next morning, sleeping on the couch with two empty mugs on the coffee table

Hux isn’t very vocal about his grief

He’ll just linger around in rooms where the others are, like he’s scared to be left alone

He starts to get nervous if any of them are out of his line of sight for too long, especially Damien

A lot of times he’ll just walk up behind one of his partners and hug them from behind while they work on whatever they were doing

Huxley and Gavin especially can be found like this a lot, because Gavin doesn’t want to talk about any of it

So Huxley just follows them all around like a lost puppy, occasionally picking them up to hold them of a bit

Damien is not particularly happy about this, because he just wants to brood, but he’s having a very hard time saying no to his boyfriend

Also Huxley is like six and a half feet tall, so you really can’t fight back against him

And at night when they’re all in bed, even though half of them can’t sleep, they all stay in bed because Huxley is holding onto them all so tight

Have y’all ever read Percy Jackson? Think like the way Percy clings to Annabeth after they get out of Hades. That's Huxley

The thing that brings Damien out of his episode is actually him yelling at the FL

The fun thing about the freelancer, is they’re usually so busy trying to look after others that they don’t take good care of themselves

And the others are usually pretty good at watching out for it, but they’re all just trying to get through everything, so it’s no ones fault

But anyway back to Damien

While he’s recovering, he sleeps in one of the other rooms for a bit, but even after he’s healed, he continues to sleep in the guest room because he doesn’t want to wake any of the others up when he wakes us from a nightmare

Sometimes Huxley will join him. a) because Damien physically can’t kick him out, and b) Huxley is the heaviest sleeper, so the nightmare excuse doesn’t work on him

Come to think of it, none of them are sleeping well, because even if they didn’t have a nightmare, they’ll probably wake up when one of the others do

So Damien is isolating himself as a form of self punishment for not being ‘good enough’

Which is BS of course, but he doesn’t see it that way

Thankfully the Freelancer does, so they try to knock some sense into him

But Damien throws it right back at them when he points out that they’ve been avoiding dealing with their own feelings about everything in order to try to take any burden off of their partners,

Their conversation gets a little heated (heh, pun), but they both calm down and talk through everything together before meeting back up with everyone else

They five of them finally talk through their grief and guilt about everything that happened

After a lot of talking (and a fair amount of crying), they’re all exhausted, and they all pile together in their bed and sleep through the night for the first time in a while

[dontbelasagne]

thank youu @long-suffering-little-spoon for the tag x

last song: like real people do by Hozier but also deserved mention to Girls Against God by Florence + The Machine because i was listening to it on repeat for like a week recently

favourite colour: i am very indecisive about this so its between burnt orange, wisteria purple, and teal

last film/show: just finished the finale of TLoK and having all of the emotions!! the last film was All of Us Strangers and had my first public cry of 2024 :)

sweet/savoury/spicy: will marry anyone who gives me a dish with all three

relationship status: prioritising fictional crushes atm but also if platonic love is included x

current obsession: the legend of Korra being sorely misunderstood, to have an avatar that was clearly sheltered and made to fear her own power/status in the world being labelled as selfish and immature is wild to me. the world building is questionable, but i believe Korra as a character is beautiful representation of the fear, and eventual hope, that comes with finding your own path to examine who you are. also a take the world probably isn't ready for, but the next avatar should be genderfluid/nb being the collective incarnation of all past experiences. they are the bridge between all nations, humans and spirits, holding the cosmic forces within them and you're telling me colonial gender essentialism is still in play?

last thing i googled: lets go lesbians gif

last book: Raybearer by Jordan Ifueko!! it is an amazing fantasy novel that surrounds African mythology with world building that incorporates so much of what it means to be human. there is amazing poly, ace, and queer representation all wrapped up in magical creatures and royal conspiracy theories

looking forward to: the stardew valley 1.6 update, the new doctor who series with Ncuti Gatwa, the devil's hour season 2 (it's so far away but peter capaldi i will wait for you 😭), and everything my friend who is a musician releases x

any mutuals who see this feel free to join in, but no pressure !!

People I Want to Get to Know Better

Thank you so much for the tag Martina💜 @themarsbar

Last song: Kiss me by Dermot Kennedy

Favorite color: choices...decisions.... i love pastels but idk i just love them aaaall i guess lol or at least i can't choose

Last film/show: Skam i think?

Sweet/savory/spicy: again decisions... choices... maybe savory?

Relationship status: single like a pringle est 2002

Current obsession: young royals lol

Last thing I googled: la mesa lyrics

Last book: the last "new" book i read and finished was "On connection" by Kae Tempest and then i tried reading "To the lighthouse" by Virginia Woolf but i haven't picked it up in months

Looking forward to: young royals s3 even though i don't know if looking forward is the right word because i also don't want it to come lols

no pressure tags 💜@darktwistedgenderplural @glimmeringdreams @margotdanslebois @wilmon-ized @wilmonsfolklore @purplewilmon @the-words-we-sung @grapehyasynth @k-pepp @mostlypisces-blog @belly-aches @chinitade

also i tend to forget people in stuff like this, so please if you see this and wanna do it, absolutely take this as your call :)

[rexuality]

that being said, I apologize for never finishing my story about my stardew valley lover. I had an incredible time with her and the sex was outstanding, truly. but as that euphoria wore off and I had time to really process my emotions, I felt this sadness that I couldn't understand. We also stopped talking. I have a feeling she felt this way too.

I think I got so lost in the abstract idea of just finally, finally getting to act on my physical attraction to women, that I didn't have room to really investigate what it was I actually wanted. I also had another date that ended in sex with a lovely woman in Denver that left me feeling mostly indifferent. (Mostly, I DO think about her mouth on me sometimes hnngngnhhh)

For a while, those two encounters made me slow my roll on my dating apps, because sex with women suddenly felt less titillating to me and also most of the queer women in East TN expect to put in zero effort and just wanna be wooed, and October was too insane for me to have that kind of energy.

Then I started talking to a woman I'm going to call Ava, because it's Latin for bird. She studies bird communication. 🥰 (God, I'm lame) She specifically wants to date poly folks and couples because she doesn't have the time or ability to be anyone's primary partner. This was super ideal for my partner and I, because we are a lot more interested in dating together than separately but I kept my hopes real low because I thought the chances of her finding us both attractive might be slim.

I went on a date with her alone at a queer coffee shop to start. We played Wingspan, a bird boardgame for hours, and I got to admire her passion and knowledge while she got to see my irrationally cut-throat approach to boardgames 😩 I am a sucker for women who are much smarter than me, and she certainly is. She has all the academic intellect and vibrancy of a professor, and all the inviting, familiar, and cozy allure of a hand-illustrated storybook. I had to see her again.

2 more dates (fiancé included this time), a threesome, and a sleepover later and I get it now. I've never dated a woman before. It feels obvious, I know, but that's literally what was missing. No amount of casual sex was going to make the piece of me that felt like it was missing manifest into my heart.

I needed this- the simple bliss of holding a woman close while we watch something that doesn't really matter. Holding hands and doing domestic shenanigans. To really see a woman and feel seen by her.

Now I'm not trying to be dramatic, I know we are so so early in this and there's no telling how it will unfold. But god... reveling in new relationship energy in tandem with feeling love for my sweet Kai, my life partner, who is also charmed and smitten by Ava (and she likes him back!! 💕)... that's a new kind of bliss. I didn't know my heart had so much room.

I love that even at 30, happiness can still sneak up on me in places I never expected to find

[whats-the-bi-fi-password]

About me:

All of my homo happenings are here ↓

•I go by Nyx online (debating on a couple of other names too)

•I use any pronouns but prefer xe/they/it/he (unless “it” is being used in a derogatory way) and iffy with she/her (sometimes I don't mind it but other times I do)

•I'm transmasc (I think. I'm not for certain. All I know is I prefer being perceived as masc) and (possibly) genderqueer and agender/boyflux (I think. Certain about the agender bit but not quite as much with the rest) and bi (possibly sapphillean/gaybian. I'm not entirely sure, I'm still trying to figure it out tbh)-oriented aroace along with cupioromantic and greysexual and queerplatonic

•I'm a Scorpio 🦂

•I'm also a minor so please don't send me nsfw stuff

•I don't really have an interest in getting into a relationship (partially because I'm going through a breakup that technically happened a while back but is just now impacting me since we were still friends until pretty recently and they're in a relationship that was poly temporarily until I broke things off because I felt like shit and only recently found out that it was going on about 3 weeks before they asked me if I was okay with it (okay we've reconciled and discussed this; it didn't actually start prior to me giving my okay on it; they just couldn't remember when it was that I said it was fine so they just sat it as the New Year's) and just constantly keep getting reminded of their relationship so that's a whole thing) so I'm not looking for anything except friends. I don't really have any 🕺 so feel free to drop a dm if you wanna be friends (since I'm still a minor as of now I'd prefer to talk with other minors (to about 15-ish) but since I'll be an adult in November up to about 19-ish will also be fine) however I won't always be available to talk due to school, depressive episodes, or just flat out social anxiety that tends to be really bad around new people so if I haven't replied I'm sorry but I promise I will get around to it at some point, probably just not for a while Update lmao: I now have a boyfriend (no it's not my best friend again)

• If I actually have enough confidence to (though I probably never will but who knows), fics and snippets of fics, and whatever poetry (if you can even call it that) will be in purple (if you don't want to see my writings they'll all be under the tag #nyx writes)

•I also tend to rant sometimes on here but if you don't want to see any rants they'll be in green and under #sorry for ranting ✌ (most of them will more than likely be deleted a couple of days after posting unless I forget about them until a later time)

•I might go onto some tangents about whatever book I'm currently reading (I got at least 20 and probably more sitting on my bookshelf and fridge begging to be read) and those will all be under #nyx reads and in blue

•If anyone is interested, I have a pet regression/alterhumanity side-blog: @whats-the-bi-fi-password-petreg :)

•A few of my favorite things are (bolded and italicized are my main interests):

•My Chemical Romance and their solo works

•The Used

•Fall Out Boy

•Mother Mother

•Gorillaz

•Paramore

•Circa Survive (particularly Blue Sky Noise)

•Coheed and Cambria (and as an extension, The Amory Wars however I've only read The Afterman as of now and currently reading Year of the Black Rainbow since I have a pretty short attention span and it can actually take me a while to get around to doing something even if I've been intending to do said thing)

•Good Omens (literally all forms of media. Book, show, audiobook, radio adaption, etc. (I'm not 100% sure if there's more I forgot))

•Our Flag Means Death

•The Sandman (show. I haven't had a chance to read the comics and/or listen to the audiobook yet)

•Doctor Who

•The Sunbearer Trials/Celestial Monsters duoligy

•Cemetery Boys

•Stardew Valley (literal hours in one sitting playing that game 💀)

•Heartstopper

•The Owl House

•Gravity Falls

•The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

•Greek Mythology

•Gray Foxes

•Dobermans

•Rottweilers

•The Magnus Archives

DNI If:

You are a transphobe, homophobe, against nonbinary gays and/or lesbians, against folks that use contradicting labels (ex: bi lesbians, lesboys, gaybians, etc.), terf, racist, pedo, ableist, or anything else along those lines that I can't think of

You're an nsfw blog - I am literally in a relationship and am not looking for polyamory in the slightest shape or form

You want to get into politics (I don't do politics, couldn't care less about them, and don't want to hear about them if I don't have to)

[xstarvibezx]

Prompt; "What did this to you?!"

Ship; StarEmily(Emily X OC/Farmer)

Fandom; Stardew valley

Oc/Farmer; StarVibez but Star for short.

◇◇◇◇◇

Emily was in her house, making new designs for outfits. She expected a certain 'friend' of hers would swing by and say hello to her, but it was unusually late.

But she didn't think much of it though, she knew that Star was busy with farm work and such. So she couldn't exactly blame her. She continued to do her sewing, right now it was 7:30 AM.

So she still has a few hours left until she has to go to work, but that will be fine. That's when she heard a door open and then close.

Emily walked out of her sewing room, only to froze with horror at the sight that was in front of her.

There, Star, was just standing there. Barely keeping herself up, she had wounds that were bleeding. She already looked kinda exhausted from fighting in the caves.

"StarVibez darling! What did this to you?!" Emily gasped as she rushed over to her girlfriend. Star staggered a bit, "M - Monsters. . ." She whispered.

Emily tried to keep herself calm but she couldn't, "Come! We must go to the clinic and get you all fixed up!" She said, her eyes shining with worry.

Star nodded before suddenly falling unconscious, landing between Emily's arms, who immediately took action and carried her.

The designer quickly left her house and headed towards Harvey's clinic, "Emily?-" Maru paused.

She had noticed Star's wounded figure.

"Oh my!" Maru gasped and took the farmer to a hospital room.

Emily felt her heart pounding. She knew the caves were spooky and dark, and dangerous but she had never thought that monsters would do so much damage to one person.

All she could right now is pray for Star. She prayed that her girlfriend will live through this.

◇◇◇◇◇

Notes; I might make it into a poly/threesome ship between Abigail X StarVibez/Lexn X Emily. And I'm aware that this is short, and I'm bad at writing humans. So bare with me Xd